Think Before You Speak

Leaving Han Xi’s company, Song Qinghuan felt like she was walking on air, her mood soaring.

All thanks to the hefty sum she just received, paid in full without the hassle of installments.

Such a windfall made her grin from ear to ear.

Money is one of the most beloved things, especially for someone like Song Qinghuan, who values wealth above all.

Just thinking about the substantial amount added to her bank account filled her with joy.

Though the negotiation was tough, the positive outcome made it worthwhile.

So, as she left Han Xi’s company, she couldn’t help but hum a tune.

Today felt like a lucky day, everything going smoothly, even the weather was perfect.

The sun shone brightly, a gentle breeze caressed her face, bringing immense comfort.

However, her joy was short-lived as she discovered a problem: her car was damaged!

The sight left her dumbfounded.

Her car’s rear had been hit by a black SUV, leaving it twisted and deformed.

The offending vehicle sat there nonchalantly, seemingly unaware of the trouble it caused.

“My car…” Song Qinghuan stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what she saw.

Her heart sank; her good mood vanished.

The car was new, recently purchased, now wrecked, causing her great distress.

Her anger ignited, forgetting the money she’d just received, she rushed to the black car, banging on the window.

“How did you drive? I was parked, and you hit me? Did you buy your license?”

Her tirade was interrupted as the window rolled down, revealing the driver’s face.

Song Qinghuan froze.

The driver was strikingly beautiful, features delicate as if crafted by a goddess, skin pale as snow, exuding a unique charm.

Her gaze landed on Song Qinghuan, a hint of indifference in her eyes.

Song Qinghuan frowned, recognizing her: “Qiao Sisi, why is it you?”

Before she could finish, the back door opened, and she was pulled inside, the door shutting behind her.

Song Qinghuan struggled, but her limbs were restrained, rendering her efforts useless.

Now truly panicked, her eyes darted around, trying to assess the situation.

In the back sat two men in black, holding her down, preventing any movement.

“What do you want? Help! Mmmph!”

Her cries were muffled, unable to call for help.

The parking spot was secluded; unless someone parked nearby, no one would notice the situation inside.

Unluckily, her car was on the right, with no space on the left.

Meaning no one would see what was happening in the black car.

Panic rose within Song Qinghuan.

Why was Qiao Sisi, a famous star, targeting her?

Was this a kidnapping? A threat?

“Miss Song, I don’t want to hurt you, just need answers. Answer honestly, and you’ll be fine.”

Song Qinghuan rolled her eyes internally, thinking: Is this how you ask for help? Never seen such a way.

Qiao Sisi seemed to read her thoughts, chuckling softly, “Can’t help it, you came out of Han Xi’s company.”

“And being Fang Zhou’s ex makes you perfect.”

Song Qinghuan sighed, wondering if this was karma.

She’d just profited from Fang Zhou, now facing trouble because of him?

A stubborn glint flashed in her eyes; she’d signed a confidentiality agreement, not something easily breached.

Qiao Sisi noticed her reluctance.

She produced a small, shiny silver knife, spinning it deftly, saying, “I have no hobbies but playing with danger. If this knife slips, don’t blame me.”

Song Qinghuan’s eyes widened, wanting to accuse her of intent to harm.

But Qiao Sisi anticipated her, saying, “I don’t care about life or death. You think I’d fear charges?”

“If I can’t find Fang Zhou, I don’t want to live. Taking someone with me is fine.”

Song Qinghuan realized she was dealing with a madwoman.

She was in no position to argue, having just acquired new, expensive shoes, fearing for her life.

So, after Qiao Sisi’s words, Song Qinghuan’s gaze cleared, her struggles ceased, silently conveying: “Ask, I’ll cooperate!”

Qiao Sisi smiled, signaling the men to release Song Qinghuan.

She wasn’t worried about Song Qinghuan screaming; the knife was poised at her heart.

A single shout, and Qiao Sisi wouldn’t hesitate to strike.

She meant what she said about taking someone with her.

“Answer truthfully, or if your answers don’t match my info, your face might get a new scar.”

Qiao Sisi’s innocent face belied her devilish words, sending shivers down Song Qinghuan’s spine.

Suppressing her fear, Song Qinghuan nodded, whispering, “Ask, I’ll tell you.”

Live to fight another day.

She calmed herself, listening to Qiao Sisi’s low question.

“Is Fang Zhou with Han Xi?”

Song Qinghuan hesitated, looking at Qiao Sisi, frowning, “I don’t know, she…”

Before she finished, a sharp sting on her face stopped her.

Qiao Sisi had cut her with the knife.

“Think before you speak, you have one more chance.”

Qiao Sisi’s gaze was cold, her smile sweet.

The stark contrast heightened Song Qinghuan’s pressure, her breathing heavy.

Finally, Song Qinghuan spoke.

“Yes.”

Qiao Sisi nodded, satisfied, asking, “Do you know where they’re going next?”

Song Qinghuan paused before answering, “Next week, they’re attending Han’s father’s birthday at the old family home.”

Qiao Sisi nodded thoughtfully, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes.

“Is the info reliable? How do you know?”

Qiao Sisi believed money could move mountains, but it took a lot to learn the villa belonged to Han Xi’s friend, Guo Zhu.

Considering her past with Fang Zhou, she guessed he was there.

Han Xi must have used methods to keep him from leaving.

The villa was tightly guarded, impenetrable.

Qiao Sisi had no choice but to approach Han Xi.

Coincidentally, Song Qinghuan crossed her path, so she took a chance.

Unexpectedly, it paid off.

A pleasant surprise, but she needed to verify the info.

Song Qinghuan sighed, revealing her secret to Qiao Sisi.

“Don’t tell Han Xi, or you’ll ruin my income, and I’ll fight you.”

After Qiao Sisi assured her,

Song Qinghuan whispered, “I have a half-sister working as Han Xi’s assistant.”

This connection helped Song Qinghuan uncover Han Xi as the mastermind.

Everyone has relatives these days.